I will never forget how the EMTs that frequented the first coffee shop I ever worked in took their medium hot chocolate and coffee in large cups to avoid spillage in the ambulance; that the Second Avenue subway contractor, who hadn't touched booze in eight years, preferred lemon in his water but no straw; that Janet in East Hampton liked to finish her first glass of North Fork Chardonnay before ordering the roast chicken, all the while glued to a romance novel.There is an intimacy in reading your regulars—those folks who come in week after week or even day after day.The other nice thing about a vigorous morning beach run is when it’s over.I’m tired, but I still have dopamine rushing through my body.If you are not 18 years of age or older, then you may NOT continue and you MUST LEAVE THIS SITE RIGHT NOW!!!A mother on the road trying to maintain a relationship...Maybe you’re not the best writer, so your profile is what’s giving you trouble.
I’ve been lying here for hours doing nothing but feeling myself up and now I’m ready to burst!Maybe you should crack a window – it might be rainy outside but indoors, it’s heating up!I always enjoy a good morning beach run – the sand gives enough that you have to change the way you move, there’s nothing else like it.I raised my wine glass, prepared to "cheers" him from across the bar as soon as he looked up to thank me. I looked at my friend, the two of us utterly confused—why in the ever loving hell was he not saying thank you or, at the very least, taking the damn shot? He grabbed a dollar off the bar and yelled, "Hey, bro, you forgot your change!